Ahh. the terror of waking into a cave and seeing nothing but inky black darkness and four lines of text pop up all at once

       Corp Por

                     Corp Por

                                                   Corp Por


        Corp Por

Always reminds me of this little ditty –

…on regs and runes I drift in the night

any place it gates is right

gate far

gate near

by a dungeon I reappear

well

you don’t know

what

we can find

why don’t you die for me little newb

on a magic Corp Por ride…

Credit where credit is due – www.digiphobia.com/ultimasongs/html/magic.html